The Real Harry Potter

Harry's last year at Hogwarts was no less interesting than the previous ones. He had come back in his final year, not as the boy-who-lived. But as the 'man-who-conquered', that was one of his many titles given to him by the press. Harry was glad that he was able to spend a year without an attempt on his life, not a single attempt to kill him.

Though it was kind of sad that that was his standard for a good year.

That did not mean that Harry's year was an easy one, he became head boy and he had captained the quidditch team and was able to lead it to victory, earning the quidditch world cup. But that wasn't the only thing that kept Harry's attention this year, it was also the fact that he was the top student in his year. Before he took Dumbledore's magic he was already the strongest in terms of power, but now he was more so, to the point where he had to spend several days before school simply trying to get used to his powers.

The need for that had increased when he had accidently vanished Tonks's clothes when she entered his room one time, funnily enough neither of them complained about that but it did mean that he had to seriously work on it unless he wanted to accidently kill people.

Harry had also been spending a lot of time studying for his 'Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests' which were often abbreviated as 'newts', Harry was hoping to get the highest marks he could possibly get. He knew he would pass any practical aspect of his exams, so he was spending most of his time working on his theory knowledge.

Which was why he was currently in the library, and reading through some books. Unfortunately a problem that Harry was suffering through was the fact that it felt like his number of fans had tripled at least, Harry could hardly remember the last time he had lasted an entire day without some girl asking him out, most of them (like ninety percent of them) would often come back a few days later in the hopes that Harry would change his mind later. And the boys didn't ask him out, apart from a small few, but they did look at him with fear, jealousy and awe. The other day Harry had walked past Colin Creevy and the younger boy upon seeing Harry froze, a few seconds later he looked like he had just gone twelve rounds with a veela.

Harry wasn't too surprised by the high amount of attention he was receiving, as far as everyone was concerned Harry was an unstoppable mega wizard who was even better than Dumbledore seeing as Dumbledore was still an adult when he fought Grindelwald while Harry had defeated Voldemort twice. Voldemort was concerned by most to be even worse than Grindelwald, so the fact that Harry had been able to defeat him once as a baby and a second time as a teenager, meant that Harry's reputation had increased to the point that he could probably kill half the people in the school and get away with it.

Though he probably could get away with it if not for the new Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones. Amelia Bones was well respected in the wizarding world, not just for her family name, but also for her work as an auror and as the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE). She competed for the position against Rufus Scrimgeour, who didn't get the position he wanted but was made head of the auror department, which wasn't the worst consolation prize.

Amelia Bones as the new head of magical Britain, was making waves, and had begun pressing down on as many criminals as she could. Fortunately for her all of the death eaters (or at least all of the marked ones) were dead, something which Harry had explained as being an 'unfortunate' side effect of Voldemort's death. Though one other thing that interested Harry was the fact that Miss Bones could in the future become Mrs Black, as she was now in a relationship with Sirius who was now working as an auror again.

So not only was Harry rich, handsome, a powerful wizard who had defeated the worst dark lord of all time twice but he also had good family connections. No wonder so many people desired him.

"Harry." A voice huffed. Harry looked up to see none other than Hermione Granger staring at him with an irritated expression on her face as she held a book against her chest, noticeably using one arm to do so. Her hair was more bushier and less tame than usual, showing just how stressed the seventh year girl was.

"Hello Hermione, you look...well...like Hermione. Anything I can help you with?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, can you please just leave?" Hermione spoke in an annoyed voice.

"Leave what? Leave where?"

"Can you just leave the library?" Hermione spoke through gritted teeth.

"Why should I?" Harry responded. "I am studying for my newt exams, I have the right to be here, just like anyone else. You know just because you practically live here doesn't mean that it's your actual home."

"I am asking you to leave so I can study."

"How is me being here stopping you from studying?"

"Because of them!" Hermione growled as she pointed to nearby tables full of girls that were gossiping and talking to each other while looking at Harry. "I can't study in the Gryffindor common room because everyone there won't shut up about you and now I can't study here because everyone wants to keep gossiping about you."

"You're right Hermione," Harry spoke in a bland voice. "it was so selfish of me to stop the worst dark lord of all time, I should have known that doing so would result in people wanting to stop you from studying just so they could talk about me."

"Harry, I..."

"Why don't you just use a silencing charm?" Harry interrupted before she could reply. "I mean if I want quiet then I'd use a silencing charm, it's very simple magic. If it's too advanced for you then I can perform it for you."

"It...is not...too advanced for me." Hermione spoke after several calming breaths. "Madam Pince has forbidden the use of silencing charms in the library, apparently people get up too much mischief and they can't hear when she tells them to not do something."

"Well in that case, tough shit Hermione."

"Harry language." Hermione said, almost automatically.

"Hermione, I don't give a shit about language, I agree that there is a time and place where it shouldn't be allowed. But I'm British, swearing is a thing that we do daily."

"Not every British person swears Harry," Hermione glared at him before another look took over her face. Harry very easily recognized the look that was currently on her face, it was the same look that Hermione would always have when she desperately wanted to know something. "how did you do it?" Hermione whispered so others wouldn't hear.

"Do what?" Harry asked, not bothering to whisper.

"Defeat you-know-who," Hermione spoke, still whispering. "how did you do it?"

"It was quite simple, I acted like myself." Harry shrugged.

"What?!" Hermione blurted out, forgetting that she was supposed to be whispering.

"My first few years at Hogwarts were spent being someone else, being the Harry Potter that everyone wanted, the simple minded Gryffindor. After you all betrayed me in my fourth year I realized I would be better off being who I really am and I am glad I did so. Because if I didn't then I'd be relying on you for help even now." Harry said as he stood up ad closed his book. "I'm going to be in the library tomorrow, you can have the library for today, you'll need it more than I do." Harry added before he walked off.

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